A Certain R o m a n c e
Just a couple hours for the play to start. Nezumi was doing his make up on the dressing room. He really loved that feeling and this was probably his favorite part, getting ready and transforming into a complete different person right before going on stage, being illuminated by those multicolored lights. He had been longing to take part on this play, A Midsummer's Night Dream, despite a few inconveniences with the script. He looked at his face in the mirror and let out a silent sigh.
Nezumi untied his hair, it was longer now, he didn't need to wear hair extensions anymore. As he brushed it, he could see through the mirror the door opening. When he turned he saw that familiar face he loved so much. "Shion..."
They hadn't talked about the fact that Nezumi would be kissing another guy as part of the play since he first mentioned it to Shion. He knew he said he was okay with it, but still the dark haired couldn't help feeling guilty about it.













